Chapter 4
So here I am again, back in the gin mill and enjoying a nice cool drink. Well, I certainly enjoyed the activities of the afternoon. That young native girl was really something. What a fuck! It was a shame it had to end, but finally she took off, saying her folks would be wondering where she was.
So I donned my swimsuit, after taking a nice swim, splashing about naked in the water, and returned here to have a drink. I'm wondering just now What luck poor Barry had today. I'm really beginning to wonder if we'll ever see poor Lola again. Oh, I don't want to exaggerate, but you know what life is like on these islands. One just doesn't know, if you know what I mean.
Just a few minutes ago I was informed by the waiter that there was a messenger from the hotel staff out on the porch. Well, I went out and learned that I had received a phone call in my absence. From Felicia. The message was that she would be occupied all evening and not to wait for her to have my dinner.
So apparently she's had some luck. Well, that takes care of Felicia. I daresay, Barry should be coming back soon. I'll have to go back to the hotel after I finish the drink and see if he had any success in his search for Lola. On second thought, though, perhaps I'll have just one more. No need to hurry. That doesn't suit life on the island here.
Yes, I think I'll have just one more drink and then take off for the hotel. The sun is a little lowered in the sky and breezes from the ocean are drifting in quite regularly, so it's quite pleasant here, all in all. And this drink tastes marvelous. They make fabulous concoctions here on this island.
It strikes you that I'm a bit callous, seeing that Lola may be lost in the depths of the jungle, or up in one way or another to her teeth in trouble? Well, for one thing, I would like to remind you that no one asked her to leave the party that night. We were all having a good time and she takes it into her head that she wants to go for a walk.
Well, it turned out to be some walk, I guess. But don't get me wrong. I sympathize and empathize quite strongly. It's in my nature. But there's no sense in losing one's head about it, is there? Keep calm, I say. Besides, what good would it do to get all raised up and excited here in this gin-mill?
No good at all. So I'll stick to my original plan. Have one more drink and then return to the hotel to learn the news. I regret to say that poor Barry is not endowed with a similar nature. He tends at times to get quite excitable, unreasonably so on occasion. I wonder how he's doing.
Just at this moment Barry was being shown his way into the office of the Minister of the Interior. A lower official was explaining to Barry the intricate necessities of the island's practice of protocol. Barry listened with only half a mind, being desperate now to learn something about his wife.
Barry was shown into a waiting room and told to wait. Time dragged by slowly while the nervous man strode back and forth in impatience. After an hour's time the official at the desk answered the ringing telephone and voiced a few words of response.
The official rose from his chair and, motioning to Barry with his hand, opened the door leading into the high official's office. Barry strode in impatiently, furious that he had been kept waiting for so long. A tall, well-dressed figure rose from behind the gigantic desk and extended his hand.
"Mr. Barnsworth, I presume," the dignified official said.
"That's correct, Your Excellency," replied Barry in a strained voice, shaking the man's hand. "I believe that you've been informed of the reason for my presence here. I hope that you'll be able to help me. I'm nearly frantic with worry concerning the whereabouts of my wife. She's been missing for nearly two days now. I don't know what might have happened to her."
"Mr. Barnsworth, Mr. Barnsworth," said the Minister of the Interior, shaking his head in disapproval, "please calm down. I can hardly understand a word you're saying. You must try to get a grip on yourself."
"But surely you can see why I'm so excited," returned Barry, taking the seat the Minister offered to him.
"Of course, I can see that," replied the dignified official. "But we must try to act in a calm and. thoughtful manner."
"You have no news of my wife?" Barry asked.
"As a matter-of-fact, I do," the Minister replied.
"Is she all right? Where is she?" Barry asked, rising from his chair again.
"Please remain seated while I talk to you, Mr. Barnsworth," the official said. "I am going to ask you to listen to me carefully, while I try to explain the situation."
Barry sat down again in his chair and looked with eager eyes toward the white-suited official standing before him. The man was exceptionally well-dressed and held himself in an erect, dignified posture. While he talked to the nervous man before him, the Minister returned to his place behind his enormous desk and took his seat.
"First of all," the Minister began, "I would like to say that I think it quite possible for us to consider that your wife remains in good health. This sort of thing has taken place here before many times, and seldom has anything of grievous nature occurred. There is no reason for us to think that this situation with your wife will be the exception."
"But what do you mean when you say all this?" Barry asked. "What has happened to my wife, Lola?"
"At the present moment," the Minister calmly continued, "Mrs. Barnsworth is, to the best of my knowledge, somewhere in the low hills to the east of us in the jungle."
"What are you saying?" Barry asked.
"What I'm saying," the Minister calmly continued, "is that your wife is most-likely located about a distance of fifty to seventy miles from us in the low hills of the jungle. There is no reason, on our part, not to assume that she is in good health and relatively well taken care of."
"But what happened to her?" asked Barry in a tone of disbelief.
"Your wife fell into the hands of a slightly excitable group of separatist natives," the Minister said, crossing his leg and folding his hands calmly.
"In other words," Barry said in a rising tone, "Lola has been kidnapped."
"I suppose," the Minister replied, "that expression could be used. But you must not lose your head, Mr. Barnsworth. This sort of thing has happened, as I told you, many times. It is only, in a fashion, the natives' way of making a gesture."
"But at what cost and to whom?" Barry asked.
"There is no reason to believe that your wife is not in good health and proper standing," he replied. "I give you my assurance that we will aid you in every way possible so that your wife may be returned to you in the shortest amount of time."
"But what is their purpose in kidnapping her?" Barry asked.
"A gesture," the Minister of the Interior replied. "If you try to remain calmly seated, I shall attempt to outline to you the details of a plan for the safe and unharmed return of your wife."
Barry brought his soaking wet handkerchief to his perspiring brow and wiped it there nervously, while he listened to the calm droning voice of the Minister. All sorts of terrible visions rose up in his mind concerning the welfare of his wife, but he realized the futility of such thoughts and tried, as was suggested, to keep a hold on himself, while the Minister continued to discuss various aspects of the plan for the safe return of his wife.
Night was descending on the island now. The palm trees waved their branches back and forth in the breezes blowing into the island from the ocean. A half-moon positioned itself in the sky. Except for the occasional chattering of the monkeys in the trees, the tiny port-town of the island was very quiet.
Felicia Littlecomb was making her way along the moonlit strip of beach on the outside edge of the tiny port-town. She had made an assignation earlier that afternoon and was now on her way to keep her appointment. Her long blonde hair swished along her shoulders.
The waves of the ocean brushed back and forth along the shore, while Felicia strode along the beach. From time to time a nightbird would whistle its call in the grove of trees that bordered the beach. Finally, Felicia came to a place on the beach where the battered hulk of an ancient armament instrument surged upward from its half-buried position in the sand.
This was the place that the boy had mentioned to her this afternoon. Felicia turned around, looking for the boy, but no one was to be seen. Shrugging her shoulders, Felicia started to untie the cloth ribbon that held her shift together. With one tug of her hand the shift fell to the ground, exposing her fulsome naked body.
Putting her hands to her breasts, Felicia squeezed her nipples with her fingers, while her mind wandered back to the scene she had with the boy this afternoon. Lascivious images came and rose before her mind's eye, while she kneaded her tits in her fingers.
Taking a look out to the gleaming waves of the ocean, Felicia took a couple of steps forward and let the cold water of the ocean waves wash around her feet. Spreading her legs and dropping her hands to her side, Felicia stared straight ahead, lost in the conjuring up of various sexual images.
Without realizing what she was doing, Felicia let her hand glide to her cunt. Softly she let her fingers run up and down the circle of her cunt lips, encouraging the juice inside her to make its flow. Images of the naked body of the boy filled her hungry mind.
Suddenly, she heard a sound. Turning, Felicia saw the small slight figure of the boy standing by the trees. He smiled at the woman as she quickly walked up the sands of the beach toward him. His eyes were drawn down from her smiling face to the beautiful vision of her wet-lipped cunt.
"So, here is my handsome friend," she said, smiling at the boy and extending her arms.
"Hello, lady," the boy replied, shyly smiling up at her, his white teeth providing a contrast to the deep bronze color of his skin.
"And how are you, my friend?" she asked.
"I looked forward to our meeting," the boy replied, a shy smile on his lips.
"And I too," Felicia said.
The boy put a hesitant hand out and touched one of Felicia's swinging breasts. The warm, inviting feel of her flesh made him take a tighter hold, as he rubbed his fingers back and forth, caressing the soft, swelling mound of flesh. Felicia reached up with her hands and cupped her swinging breasts in her hands.
Taking another step closer, she brought her breasts against the young boy's face. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick her tits, while his eyes dropped down to the vision of her pussy. Felicia's breasts swelled with warmth, while her nipples became hard and firm in the boy's mouth.
"You're very handsome," she whispered to him, smiling at him.
Taking a step back, Felicia held the young boy by the shoulders and glanced up and down his frame. He was several inches shorter than her, his young body was well-framed, and he had, as she said, a handsome young surface.
"Do you want to love me?" Felicia asked, sitting down on the sand.
"I do," he replied.
"Do you know how?" she asked.
"I'm not quite sure," he said hesitantly, obviously embarrassed by his inexperience.
"That's all right," Felicia soothed him. "I'll show you."
"I would like that," the boy replied.
"Now you must lay down, while I begin," she said. "I'll tell you as we go on what you must do."
The boy silently complied, stretching out on the sand beside her. Felicia turned over and began to unbutton his shirt. As soon as the boy was bare-chested, Felicia lowered her head and washed her tongue against the firm young belly of the boy. A few traces of belly hair were beginning to appear there, and Felicia eagerly washed her tongue through their soft touch.
"It will feel very good to have you fuck me," said Felicia. "You do want to fuck me, don't you?"
"Yes, I do," said the boy, his eyes still on the lips of her cunt.
"And are you warm for me yet?" asked Felicia.
"Yes," the boy replied.
Felicia reached her hand down and let it roam up and down the legs of his pants. Soon the mound of his cock began to make its outline felt against the material of his pants. Felicia softly rippled her fingers along the bulging form, while the boy stared hungrily at the wet lips of her cunt.
Unbuttoning his pants, Felicia wasted no time in drawing them off of the young boy's legs. His young, inexperienced prick started to rise in the air before her. It was an organ of surprising proportions, considering the boy's undeveloped frame. But his sex organs had already reached an impressive size.
His young prick swelled rapidly, the veins bulging out, while the balls in his large, loose sac began to move upwards. Felicia worked her hand up and down the hot length of his prick, while the fingers of her other hand cuddled the large, still loose sac of his balls.
The boy looked down with curiosity as Felicia lowered her head and took him into her mouth. Bringing her lips up and down the burning length of his prick, she could feel her own juices pour inside her pussy.
"Oh!" Felicia whispered.
"Your breasts are so big," said the boy, looking at the enormous tits swinging back and forth.
"I'm glad that you like them," said Felicia.
She savored the warm, male smell of his swollen prick. With greedy motions she eased it deeper into her mouth, while she gripped her hands around his young tight ass. With her hands gripped around the cheeks of his ass, she encouraged him to rock forward.
The boy started to heave the lower part of his body upward. He started to pound his ass against the sand, as his prick surged down Felicia's throat. Hungrily gripping him tighter, Felicia dug her fingers into the flesh of his ass.
Soon his prick was surging deep into the cavern of her throat. Felicia's breasts swung back and forth as she brought her lips up and down the feverish length of the boy's organ.
"Oh, you feel so good, what a beautiful boy you are!" exclaimed Felicia.
"This feels so nice," the boy whispered, while he could feel the semen inside him boil upwards.
"Give it to me, my friend, give it to me!" Felicia cried.
The young boy heaved himself forward and his body began to rock with tremors as his semen shot into her mouth. Again and again thick hot spurts of his seed shot forth into her mouth, spilling their warm substance in shuddering bursts of power.
Felicia brought her mouth all the way down to the base of the boy's cock, as he jerked the last of his semen into her. The warm substance inside her mouth, Felicia savored the feel of his semen, while she lapped her tongue around the slowly diminishing length of his prick.
The moon shone down on their two naked bodies on the beach. Occasionally a monkey could be heard chattering excitedly in the depth of the trees behind them. Except for that, the shore was completely quiet, save for the steady swish of the waves.
Here I am again, good old Roger, and properly drunk. Well, you know how it goes. One drink follows another and before you know it, your hand's unsteady and your words are slurred. Thankfully, I know how to hold it. Practice. But I'm determined. One more drink and then I go.
I haven't been here all night, you know. As I told you, after I finished the second drink this afternoon I took off for the hotel. But poor Barry was nowhere around. Nor had he sent any messages. I hope that he hasn't managed to get himself lost too. After all, we came here to do some work, and I'd like to get started.
Well, I enjoyed a solitary dinner and then returned to this gin-mill and have been here ever since. I left word at the hotel that Barry could find me here, if he wanted me. But that was hours ago.
But, as I say, keep a cool hand. And that's what I've been doing. These cool drinks help. Well, the sun disappeared a long time ago. Felicia, no doubt, is busy with her business. And where poor Lola is, well, who knows? I'm having a last drink and then heading back for the hotel. Barry's got to return sooner or later, Felicia too, for that matter.
"I'm still not sure that I understand the situation, Your Excellency," said Barry in his worried tone.
"Well, there's nothing to it, Mr. Barnsworth," the Minister of the Interior replied. "This sort of thing has so often happened in the past that we've developed a scheme to handle the situation every time it erupts. It's island trouble, the typical sort. I'm sure you've read about it in the papers."
"But why did they pick on Lola of all people?" asked Barry.
"They are a bit discriminatory when they choose a hostage," he said. "But all will end well. The only thing to do is to show the natives in a calm way that their requests will be gratified if they return the hostage in safety."
"But what are their requests?" asked Barry.
"Oh," the Minister explained. "Their requests vary with surprising irregularity. No doubt they have friends sequestered in the local prison, whom they wish to be set free. Or perhaps they want funds for the expansion of their guerilla movement. As I said, the requests or demands are seldom the same."
"But how does one deal with these people?" Barry asked.
"Carefully, Mr. Barnsworth, very carefully," the Minister replied. "If you try to deal with them in a humane manner, they will most-likely react in similar fashion. Any display of aggression on your part would be most unwise."
"But how am I to find these people?" Barry asked in a disheartened voice.
"I will provide you with a guide, who is more than familiar with the territory in the hills," the Minister replied. "It gets to be a bit treacherous up there, so you have to watch your step. This guide will instruct you as well on how best to deal with the natives."
"How did you learn that my wife was taken by these people?" Barry asked.
"I have sources," the Minister said. "I would not be where I am today if I did not have sources."
"Would it be possible for us to set off tomorrow?" Barry asked.
"Not only would it be possible," the Minister replied, "it would be advisable as well. I will do my best to see that you are outfitted with all the necessities. My staff will take care of those details, so that you can set off at dawn tomorrow. It's always wise to make an early start."
The Minister continued to confer with the nervous man, explaining in full detail the scope of the operation ahead of him. Barry shook his head in perplexity as he listened to the droning tone of the Minister's voice. Outside the moon rose high in the sky, while the two men talked in the palatial office.
Felicia and the young boy looked up at the half-moon in the sky. Their bodies were dripping wet, having just returned from a swim in the waters along the shore. The rays of the moon's light shone down on their naked bodies. Then and again a bird would call.
Felicia looked down at the penis dangling between the young boy's legs. He felt her gaze and looked awkwardly away. Slowly the two walked up the shore and settled themselves upon the ground beneath the waving branches of the palm trees. Felicia looked up and down the firm young body of the boy.
Reaching out with her hand, she started to strum the boy's prick, while she jabbed her own finger into her cunt. In no time at all the boy's prick began to swell to its former proportions.
"I want you to fuck me!" Felicia whispered.
"And I want to fuck you," the boy replied, looking at her longingly.
Soon her juices started to pour inside her again. Felicia brought herself above the recumbent form of the boy, so that her cunt was level with his stiff, arching prick. Looking down at the boy with eyes of tenderness, Felicia slowly lowered herself down, so that his swollen prick head met the wet lips of her hungry cunt.
"Push it in!" she whispered.
"I'll go softly, yes?" he asked.
"As hard as you like!" Felicia answered.
The boy heaved with his ass against the ground, and his prick surged into the hole of her pussy. The boy groaned with pleasure as the tight feel of her cunt enveloped his burning dick. With her hands on either side of his body, Felicia lowered herself downward until the entire length of his swollen prick was all the way inside her.
Then Felicia began to move up and down, letting her wet cunt lips ease against the hot flesh of the young boy's prick. The boy groaned again with pleasure, and Felicia quickened the fucking rhythm, moving her body up and down, so that her cunt lips moved up and down his prick.
"Oh, you feel so fucking good!" Felicia exclaimed.
The boy's large loose sac had tightened up its hold around his balls. Felicia's breasts swung in the air above him, while she eased her pussy up and down. His young swollen meat bulged with its hot supply of semen.
"Do you like it?" Felicia asked.
"I do," the boy replied, closing his eyes.
"Shall I go faster?" Felicia asked.
"Yes!" he answered.
Felicia started to pound her body up and down with a frenzied vigor. The boy started to moan and groan beneath her, as the semen shot up his prick. Soon he was coming inside her, thick rich spurts of his juice shot out in the sweet depths of her cunt. Felicia was coming now too, moaning and groaning, her body swaying with pleasure.
The boy jerked himself from his hips, pounding his ass against the ground so that he jettisoned the last of his supply out of his feverish prick. Felicia moaned with the resulting pleasure, swaying with the melting joy of the flow of her own juices. A cloud passed over the moon, while the frantic motion of their two naked bodies slowly subsided.